Wen Mu looked at Gu Xiaoer's smug expression, full of confidence, and felt her delicately made-up face contort with anger. However, in order to maintain her dignified and elegant image, she restrained herself with great effort. Moreover, with Han Luoli's threat looming, she dared not lift a finger against her.
She took a deep breath and tried to speak calmly, "Miss Gu, I suggest you think it over once more."
Even if he dotes on you, only on you, can you guarantee it'll last a lifetime? Ridiculous!
"Director Wen, if there's nothing else, I'll be leaving now. Thanks for the hospitality. I didn't drink the coffee, so you can pay for it," Gu Xiaoer said as she grabbed her bag and left her seat, not forgetting to pick up her cartoon-themed thermos cup.
"..."
Childish! Superficial! What a cheap woman!
Wen Mu "jumped" to her feet, her already pale face from a recent illness now flushed with what was probably anger.
"Gu Xiaoer!"